Old Song

Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.

Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.

A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man
sickens.

A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man
sickens.

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.

I'd just as soon a beggar as king,
And the reason I'll tell you for why;
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I'd just as soon a beggar as king,
And the reason I'll tell you for why;
A king cannot swagger, not drink like a beggar,
Nor be half so happy as I.
. . . .
Let the back and side go bare.

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.